played the saxophone in our little 4-piece band. Sometimes he played some "blue"
notes and when he did that we laughed our heads off. I played the drums. We sometimes
practiced in the station warehouse, sometimes in the station itself. I used a
large metal washtub as the drum and rolled up pages of newspaper for the sticks.
I made a little five-inch reel-to-reel tape recording of one of our practice sessions
and up to last year I know I had still got it, after 45 years - 1957 to 2002,
not bad eh!!
weekends when Jack or I were on the graveyard shift, and were on a wing-ding or
playing in the dance band, we would call up Fort Simpson and tell them we would
not be available for our hourly aviation reports, nor our 6-hourly synopsis reports.
The boys at Simpson were a good bunch of lads and they would tell us, "not
to worry". They usually "made up" our reports and sent them in
was playing the drums I used to sit at the left edge of the stage, near the steps.
Every now and then a miner would come and sit on the steps, pull out his bottle
and offer me some.
Morris used to make home brew beer. It was potent stuff. Some of our wing-dings
were held in the Station. I had a Seabreeze reel-to-reel tape recorder and record
player. We would have lots of 78 RPM records. At one of our parties, as the evening
progressed Bob Gagnier would get merrier and merrier and he would put a record
on, listen for a few seconds, take it off and say, "I don't like this"
and he would proceed to break it over his head. Eventually we all got into the
act. There were broken records all over the floor.